_Lan._ On that condition, Lancaster will grant.
_Y. Mor._ In this I count me highly gratified, And Mortimer will rest at your command.
_Queen._ And when this favour Isabel forgets, Then let her live abandoned and forlorn. But see, in happy time, my lord the king, Having brought the Earl of Cornwall on his way, 300 Is new returned; this news will glad him much; Yet not so much as me; I love him more Than he can Gaveston; would he loved me But half so much, then were I treble-blessed!
_Edw._ He's gone, and for his absence thus I mourn. Did ever sorrow go so near my heart, As doth the want of my sweet Gaveston! And could my crown's revenue bring him back, I would freely give it to his enemies, And think I gained, having bought so dear a friend. 310
_Queen._ Hark! how he harps upon his minion.
_Edw._ My heart is as an anvil unto sorrow, Which beats upon it like the Cyclops' hammers, And with the noise turns up my giddy brain, And makes me frantic for my Gaveston. Ah! had some bloodless fury rose from hell, And with my kingly sceptre struck me dead, When I was forced to leave my Gaveston!
_Lan._ Diablo! what passions call you these?
_Queen._ My gracious lord, I come to bring you news. 320
_Edw._ That you have parled with your Mortimer?
_Queen._ That Gaveston, my lord, shall be repealed.
_Edw._ Repealed! the news is too sweet to be true!
_Queen._ But will you love me, if you find it so?
_Edw._ If it be so, what will not Edward do?
_Queen._ For Gaveston, but not for Isabel.
_Edw._ For thee, fair queen, if thou lov'st Gaveston, I'll hang a golden tongue about thy neck, Seeing thou hast pleaded with so good success.
_Queen._ No other jewels hang about my neck 330 Than these, my lord; nor let me have more wealth Than I may fetch from this rich treasury-- O how a kiss revives poor Isabel!
_Edw._ Once more receive my hand; and let this be A second marriage 'twixt thyself and me.
_Queen._ And may it prove more happy than the first! My gentle lord, bespeak these nobles fair, That wait attendance for a gracious look, And on their knees salute your majesty.
_Edw._ Courageous Lancaster, embrace thy king; 340 And, as gross vapours perish by the sun, Even so let hatred with thy sovereign's[208] smile. Live thou with me as my companion.